Robin stole the covers, but she totally got it.

God, it's not like she ever tied Pam to train tracks or anything.

Pam grins a little, because for just a second, she remembers that she’s glad to be moving to Connecticut.

“I am so far from decent right now,” Pam murmured, still trying to wake up all the way.

“Did you kiss me in the bar because of the guy, or because you wanted to?”

“Oh.” Then: “Can you, like, even be that greedy?”

"It sounds like you've been seeing Karen a lot," said her mom, her tone somewhere between curious and approving.

Although, Pam thinks, in continuing to try new things, they should accidentally let him discover them in the parking lot since everything happens there.

"You don't know what I'm asking you to the bed for." Pam smiles, and she almost feels it.

Karen laughs. "Neither do I. See, this is why talking is important. Otherwise, I would've thought I just sucked in bed."

If he's going to throw me a coming out party, he should at least do enough research to find out about Tegan and Sara or something.

"Oscar, what have you done?" asked Michael.

...but it definitely wasn't cute how out of nowhere Karen kept getting shot through the head, accompanied by the message "You were killed by TheReceptionist."

Mrs. Filipino! I have got to tell you. I just had the strangest dream, ever.

Michael's Taste Our Multicultural Friends Party is turning out less successfully than he probably hoped.

She handed it to Karen, who unfolded it like it was a gift, with care.

“Oh, I think it’s my business if my girlfriend is out kissing other girls on the weekends.”

Karen moves her hands around Pam like she’s modeling a product on The Price is Right.

Voila! Kissing ahoy, Halpert!

And besides, fuck Halpert.